My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 17

The long-awaited bridal carry filled Lu Ying with an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Only the faint scent of that “White Moonlight” perfume made her feel a tiny bit disgruntled. She let out a soft huff, but chose to hold onto the maid tighter, resting her head against the woman’s shoulder.

She wasn’t typically someone who enjoyed excessive physical contact; linking arms with friends was fine, but she usually couldn’t handle more intimate gestures like holding hands or hugging.

Yet, here she was, transformed into a weirdo who constantly wanted to take advantage of her maid. She wanted to hold her hand and loved leaning against her; it brought her a sense of profound peace and satisfaction.

When she had been climbing the stairs herself, the single flight had felt interminably long, but snuggled in the maid’s arms, they seemed to reach their destination in the blink of an eye.

Reaching the seventh floor, the maid stopped and gestured for her to get down. Lu Ying hadn’t had enough, however. Steeling her heart, she shamelessly tightened her grip on the woman’s neck, let out a little whine, and kicked her legs, signaling her refusal to let go.

Jian Qin was so charmed by this adorable display that her arms nearly went weak, almost dropping the girl to the floor. The fluffy little head was tucked into the crook of her neck, and golden curls spilled over her arms, feeling slightly ticklish.

Jian Qin looked down at her, her throat bobbing slightly, then looked back up and continued walking toward the music room.

For the first time in her life, Lu Ying acted like a stubborn puppy, refusing to let go of someone. Only when they reached the classroom door did she reluctantly hop down.

Leaving that comfortable embrace, she snapped back to her senses and pulled on the maid’s sleeve, asking, “Are you tired?”

Jian Qin shook her head, adopting the maid’s persona. “It is my honor to serve the Miss. I am not tired.” She opened the door to the music room and made a “please” gesture.

The Young Mistress gathered her skirts and walked inside. Jian Qin closed the door behind them, drew the curtains, and sat down at the piano.

Jian Qin breathed a sigh of relief that the piano was a normal size. She tested a few keys and was stunned by its perfect tone. Lu Ying, who knew nothing about instruments, couldn’t tell the quality of the piano; she just thought the maid sounded wonderful even when just tinkering.

The high-backed chairs here looked suitable for a nap. Lu Ying chose a sofa closest to the piano, closed her eyes, and waited for the performance.

The prompt in Jian Qin’s mind only said to play for the Miss to help her sleep; it didn’t specify a piece. She flipped through the sheet music on the stand, found nothing suitable for a lullaby, and eventually searched her memory to play a song from heart.

Her fingertips danced, and a melody as gentle as flowing water spilled from the keys. The midday sun was shut out by the curtains, leaving the room bathed in a soft, sleep-inducing light.

Lu Ying recognized the song—it was her favorite, Always With Me. The warm melody felt like the scent of grass she’d smelled in a meadow as a child, like a sun-warmed cushion at her grandmother’s doorstep, like a salty, gentle breeze from the ocean.

Comfortable… beautiful…

I wonder if the real President Jian can play the piano…

She was already exhausted. As she mused, her consciousness blurred, and she soon tilted her head and drifted off.

*****

After an unknown amount of time, the piano melody transformed into an unwelcome vibration and the sound of chirping birds.

Lu Ying sleepily patted the bed. “Don’t be noisy… keep playing…”

The vibration became clearer. She opened her eyes and finally realized it was her alarm. Right—it was Monday. Time for work.

Lu Ying climbed out of bed in agony. She touched her stomach; it was indeed full. However, because she had finished lunch in the other world, she felt she needed to wash up properly before heading out.

She had begun to figure out the rules of transmigration: whatever time point she returned from, her body would maintain the state of that exact moment.

Well, looks like I can definitely save on breakfast money lately.

Perhaps because she’d had another nap in the Mary Sue world, she woke up feeling quite refreshed this time. She packed her things and squeezed onto the subway, found a corner, put on her headphones, and started writing.

She added a scene at the beginning: after returning home, she called for the world’s top doctor to cure the maid’s alcohol and seafood allergies. She planned to take the maid to the beach later; being unable to eat seafood simply wouldn’t do.

Daydreaming was far too satisfying. Lu Ying swiped her card into the company in a great mood and gave Sister Zhuan a warm greeting at her desk.

Yu Linchuan, knowing that Lu Ying had run into the boss at her new apartment complex, pulled her aside and whispered, “It’s all your fault for telling me President Jian lives there. I was worried about bumping into her the whole time I was leaving this morning.”

Lu Ying glanced instinctively at the already-lit office of President Jian and looked back, puzzled. “What’s there to worry about?”

Yu Linchuan explained her concern with a straight face: “I’m afraid she’ll invite me into her car. It’s bad if I say yes, and bad if I say no.”

Lu Ying was speechless. She patted her friend’s shoulder and, after a long silence, managed to squeeze out: “You certainly have an active imagination.”

Monday mornings were exceptionally busy. The two barely chatted before diving into their work.

By 11:00 AM, Lu Ying finally left her chair and took her new Shiba Inu mug to the breakroom. Just as she pressed the hot water button, she heard steady footsteps behind her. She didn’t turn around, but a powerful premonition hit her: the newcomer was President Jian.

A few seconds later, she released the button, turned with her mug, and felt a tiny spark of joy.

It really was her.

Today, Jian Qin looked mature and elegant again—stunning, certainly—but Lu Ying found she preferred the unintentionally captivating look of her bare-faced version.

…Wait.

Snap out of it! This is your boss, not a virtual maid. No improper thoughts!

Lu Ying quickly cleared the “garbage” from her mind and smiled at her boss. “Hello, President Jian.”

As she spoke, her gaze shifted. She saw a cute panda mug in Jian Qin’s hand.

Eh? She actually brought the mug I gave her to the office?!

Lu Ying was surprised. In her memory, the boss usually used a plain, white thermos…

The contrast was so great that she stared at the mug, not knowing what to say. Jian Qin lowered the mug awkwardly and said, “My thermos broke. I’m using this for now.”

“Oh…”

Lu Ying looked at the panda mug, then at her Shiba Inu mug, and felt a flush of nervousness.

Why do they look like a couple’s set…?

Since the topic was mugs, Lu Ying thought of the burn and asked, “By the way, President Jian, did you actually get burned that day? I only realized my sleeve was wet when I got home. I hope I didn’t get any on you… I meant to ask earlier but kept forgetting.”

Jian Qin gave her a soft smile, her expression tender as if recalling something pleasant. “It was a tiny burn, actually, but it healed very quickly. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Burned? She really was burned?

And it healed quickly?

Lu Ying’s hand holding the mug began to feel heavy. Her mind was in a state of unrest.

If the boss was burned and the maid’s body manifested the injury, didn’t that mean their physical states were synced? Which meant that since the real Jian Qin had seafood and alcohol allergies, that’s why the maid had those non-novel settings. And if that’s the case… since she wrote the healing scene, does it mean the real President Jian’s allergies are gone too?

Realizing she might have changed reality through her writing, Lu Ying felt a momentary sense of bewilderment.

She quickly escaped the feeling and apologized. “I’m so sorry, President Jian.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Jian Qin smiled politely. “Get back to work.”

Lu Ying nodded and scurried away. Jian Qin watched her leave, her mind filled with the image of the Young Mistress blowing on her arm to cool the burn. She lowered her eyes, once again warning herself to keep reality and fiction separate.

But if I could truly separate them, why would I bring her gift to the office?

Jian Qin pressed her lips together, looking at the mug in her hand.

*****

At lunch, Lu Ying and Sister Zhuan ordered fried chicken and went to the breakroom to eat.

Since the breakup, Sister Zhuan was clearly less energetic. She spaced out several times during the meal. Lu Ying wasn’t very hungry, having only ordered a small portion. She popped a small sausage into her mouth and asked, “What’s on your mind? You look troubled.”

“Sigh…” Yu Linchuan put down her fork. “Sakura, let me ask you—am I too fat?”

“What?” Lu Ying looked her up and down. “What are you talking about? You’re not fat at all… Hey, don’t look at me like that, it’s creepy.”

Yu Linchuan glared at her. “No corporate flattery allowed.”

Lu Ying surrendered. “Fine… You’re just a little bit ‘meaty,’ but your features are beautiful, and that little bit of weight doesn’t affect your health, so who cares?”

“The way my ex looked at me yesterday made me feel so insecure,” Yu Linchuan said, looking down. “I wonder if he cheated because I’m not pretty enough…”

Lu Ying interrupted her. “Bullsh*t. Let me ask you: is your ex handsome? Does he have a good body?”

Yu Linchuan looked disgusted. “A crawfish covered in mud from a pond back home would be stronger and better-looking than him.”

Lu Ying: “…”

No need to go that far.

She cleared her throat and continued, “Then let me ask: is President Jian beautiful?”

Yu Linchuan didn’t hesitate. “Is that even a question? With her looks, she could debut as a star right now!”

Lu Ying nodded. “Exactly. If a ‘plain bun’ like your ex can still find someone to cheat with, do you think he’s anxious about his looks or body? And look at President Jian—she’s so beautiful she’s like a masterpiece from a museum, yet she’s single. It’s definitely not because she can’t find anyone; being single is her choice. You have so many virtues; why would you think a ‘scumbag’ cheating is your fault and not his? I think you should focus on your own heart. Unless you personally want to be thinner because it makes you feel better, there is absolutely no need to lose weight for the male gaze… Hey, what’s wrong with your eyes? Do you have something in your eyelash?”

Yu Linchuan was desperately trying to wink at her, but Lu Ying was so immersed in her lecture that she’d finished her entire speech before realizing something was wrong.

A bad feeling surged. She slowly turned around to see President Jian, phone in one hand and mug in the other, watching her silently.

Lu Ying: “…”

I didn’t say anything bad about her, right? Right?

Recalling that she had only slightly exaggerated her praise of the boss, Lu Ying put on an awkward but polite smile. “Good afternoon, President Jian! Haven’t eaten yet?”

Jian Qin put her phone in her pocket and said, “No. The ‘museum masterpiece’ isn’t hungry yet.”

Lu Ying: “…”

Did she really have to repeat those embarrassing words?!

But a President Jian who could make a deadpan joke like that… somehow…

It was… quite cute…

Lu Ying’s heart gave a traitorous flutter. Only after the boss filled her water and left did she snap out of it, her face turning beet red.

Now it was Sister Zhuan’s turn to wave a hand in front of her. “Sakura, wake up. Did you go stupid?”

Lu Ying blinked, her heart racing. She suddenly realized something was very wrong.

That reaction just now… wasn’t it a bit too much?

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